The Unexpected Orgy

Spending Shabbat with six half-naked new friendsin one bed

"Can you find a phone book to put under her? We need more boobs," instructed first-time director Audacia Ray on the set of her porn flick The Bi Apple. The boobs in question were mine, almost spilling out of a lacy slip as I leaned over a table full of tantalizing chocolate cupcakes. I won't give away the entire cameo, but I had fun on the set, and look forward to seeing the finished product, which promises boy/boy, girl/girl, and boy/girl action. But boobs and cupcakes were just the start of my sexy evening. After leaving the midtown shoot, I headed to Queens for an underwear-only Shabbat dinner organized by the group Kinky Jews (kinkyjews.com).

Most Friday nights, I'm either home decompressing, writing, or at a comedy show. Same goes for the rest of the week; on the whole, my life is pretty boring. Sometimes, though, I have to laugh at the absurdity of running in the highly sexualized circles I do. The night I shot the cameo reminded me that once in a while I can still summon my early-twenties, I'll-try-anything lifestyle. I had no idea what to expect at dinner (all I was told was to bring a vegetarian item, and that undressing was mandatory), and knew only one person there. I was a little bit nervous, but when I was greeted by six very friendly, half-naked Jews and offered lasagna, I relaxed. I'd missed the candle-lighting, but was welcomed into the laid-back group.

Attire ranged from a robe to boxers to panties. We sat there eating and chatting as though this dress code were perfectly normal. Topics ranged from fetish clubs in Amsterdam to people walking in on their parents naked (and vice versa). While I gabbed, part of me wondered if we were going to sit around in our undies all night. Finally, someone suggested going into the bedroom. Seven of us squeezed into one not-so-big bed. The vibe had shifted from casual to sexually charged. I wasn't sure what to do; I was there to be a spectator, and hoped it would be OK if I politely declined any amorous activity.

But one couple, who I'll call "Dan" and "Shira," captivated me. They'd been playfully teasing each other, and while they were both cute on their own, together they became irresistible. I sat near them on the bed, hoping to at least watch them in action. We didn't immediately move into group sex mode; discussion ranged from the religious to the ridiculous. I noticed hands slowly creeping up thighs, and little kisses and pinches all around me. Then the back rubs started; anyone who's ever given or gotten a sensual massage knows how erotic they can be. I couldn't resist joining in and began giving Dan a rubdown. We switched and I was on the receiving end. His powerful fingers digging into my back made me moan, my body going limp, and before I knew it, he was massaging my breasts and my slip came off. "Is this OK?" someone asked. Suddenly, I wanted to be fondled, wanted to have hands running through my hair, pinching my nipples, and stroking my legs.

I reached for Shira while Dan massaged me, and soon the three of us were entangledI on top of her, he grinding against mestill with our underwear on. I lost track of where everyone else was, intent on rubbing against her soft, wet skin (she'd taken a quick shower earlier). I asked if I could spank her and she graciously accepted, though with various couplings in a small space, it was a challenge to find the proper angle. One of the guys asked if he could go down on either me or Shira. His request startled me. It seemed a little abrupt, and I wasn't ready to go that far. We both declined, though I felt like I was doing something wrong. How do you say no to one person when you're in the middle of saying yes to another? But he took it in stride and didn't seem offended in the least.

I learned the art of saying yes and no simultaneously later on, as Dan tried to remove my panties. I was having fun, but didn't want to get completely naked with people I'd just met and might never see again. Were the three of us alone, I might have taken things farther, but I was starting to feel a little self-consciouswhich doesn't mesh too well with sexy.

Eventually, the orgiastic vibe started to wear off, and we slowly got up and dressed. Everyone's faces looked the same, but my new makeout buddies had a different energy clothed. They seemed more mature. We waited for the train together, giving me a chance to get to know them outside the bedroom. When we had to part ways, I smiled to myself the rest of the ride home, not just because I'd hooked up, but because I'd made two smart, sexy new friends. I would've felt distraught if all we'd done was grope and spank and kiss.